A Rematch with Snake Lance Douluo: Spirit, Energy, and Vitality Ascend

With attacks bearing down on every vital point, Tang Shan showed no fear.

Soul Power surged into his palms. He pressed his fingers together and struck in rapid succession, slapping aside each vicious attack that came within inches of him. At the same time, his body plunged like a lead weight, the wind around him whipping up wave after wave of air.

Snake Lance Douluo flicked his wrist. The lance in his hand twisted like a living serpent, cold light rippling along its length like scales. It coiled toward Tang Shan from a vicious angle.

Pap, pap, pap, pap, pap!

Tang Shan's palms moved like lightning. The sharp smacks ran together, and to onlookers, his arms became a blur. Only fleeting afterimages remained; the path of his strikes was impossible to follow.

In raw power, Snake Lance Douluo was clearly no match for him. But in timing and hard-won combat experience, Tang Shan was at a clear disadvantage.

Invisible gusts churned where fist met lance. Air currents swept through the forest like blades, lifting fallen leaves into the sky. Before they could land, the shockwaves ground them to dust and scattered them across the ground.

The lance darted forward, its point aimed at Tang Shan's throat. He raised a hand to block it, but the instant his fingertips touched the shaft, the point dipped and changed direction like a serpent flicking its tongue, shooting for the opening at his shoulder.

After several exchanges, Snake Lance Douluo had evidently found a way around Tang Shan's instinctive perception.

Endless layers of lance shadows crashed down like towering waves, pinning Tang Shan beneath them. The relentless assault fell like rain, every strike carrying a chilling intent to kill.

Is this my limit without my Martial Soul?

Feeling his defense near collapse, Tang Shan